It's the end of the world...as we know it

Sometimes when we think it's the end of the world it really isn't. It's actually a time for a new start, a new future. Here's a poem I read at LDGPS recently. I'm hoping to write something a little cheerier for the next one.

All the Fun of the Unfair

Pulled like candy-floss from its stick

 With lies, words woven so  slick

Your need to shine bright dulling me

Your every word derogatory

I stand still, sticky and dented

With truths, easily prevented

Others pick at tendrils, once proud

The sugar melts, the colours cowed

But now I stick to your fingers

Drawing dirt, my presence lingers

A chaos, from my residue

My anger, bound to you like glue

Phoenix from ashes and all that.